War
Drop the bomb on the white square!
Drop the bomb on the white square!
The battlefield exploded into moist
redness.
The child rested her fatigued body,
leaning against the weapon.
She gunned down her father,
her mother,
her brother...
'Hands off of my land!'
That dark geyser belongs to inhumanity,
that dark geyser
leaves us devoid.